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virtual-minotaur · 2 years
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and now to sort (autistically)
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phykoha · 7 months
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warmth
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birdietrait · 18 days
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"the truth is out there, but so are lies."
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rooscandraw · 29 days
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did this MONTHS ago but lost hero character lineup!! before casting comes out for pjo s2 and i have to redo my thalia/jason designs lol
(click for better quality/details!! ik tumblrs gonna eat it)
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starqueensthings · 1 month
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“TIMES CHANGE. TARGETS CHANGE.”
yes I have used that quote for a caption 728 times now and I’ll keep doing it, because off the cuff remarks with poignant meanings give me a lady boner, ok
**originals below the cut
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@uncleskyrule this is for you
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another fanart eyyyyy
Im getting hard (i dont have a dick)
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peachphernalia · 10 months
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yeah sorry very very old art . i don’t go here anymore but uhhh i still care about michael _b too much to let this one slide . anyways ever think about cbeeduo family because I Do
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explodingstarlight · 1 year
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lil Donnie doodle for a buddy's banner on the bird app :)
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crystal-mouse · 1 year
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The spock rock.... inspired by this post
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vesteneris · 2 months
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I don't think if they had met for the first time after one of Lucy Gray's performances they would have liked each other, this boy had something with having control and that's the only reason he liked her, because he had control of the situation during the Games
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teencopandthesourwolf · 5 months
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“​🇭​​🇪​​🇾​ ​🇾​​🇴​​🇺​.”
“​🇭​​🇪​​🇾​ ​🇾​​🇴​​🇺​​🇷​​🇸​​🇪​​🇱​​🇫​.”
just found this ancient sketch knocking about my hundreds of thousands of folders so i guess i'm lobbing it out into the ethernet for prosperity... xp
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sinnabee · 1 year
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The best way to make a new friend is with a smile! ... Right?
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lavenoon · 10 months
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@naffeclipse since I never bothered to explain (and also will not do that in the future) how my modern day self insert actually ended up in the SJ-verse, here's an imagined menace4menace speedrun <3
*self insert is not a girl (he/ she)
og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!
Also throwing this silly character sheet out there with this because why not
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so we recently had to put our dog down and my husband and i have been struggling with his loss, so we started going back through old pictures of him starting with my husband’s phone and then moving onto mine…where my husband promptly ran into page after page after page (after page) of halsin/bg3 pictures…
we’re sitting on the couch, both grieving - both crying, and all he can say is “that’s a lot of pictures of that bear guy”
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…babe you have NO idea
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nudibutch · 2 months
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butch/femme voyeur club drabble
cause i was digging into my writing folder and figured id post bc ive been meaning to work on it for ages but it isn't like. Complete [TM]. this is a pre-print except for Public Review
sub butch (he/him), domme femme (she/her). have fun
“Welcome. Watchers tonight, or are you looking for something more?”
“Just watchers,” she replied easily, flipping open her wallet and handing the greeter a few folded bills. “For now.”
With a nod, the greeter opened the door. A gentle push from her on the small of his back nearly knocked the wind out of him. He willed one foot in front of the other and tried not to look at her. It’d burn otherwise. The small hallway they funneled through – passing by lingering patrons, satin at the edges of his vision – opened into a well-furnished lounge area cast in deep blue light. Seats and couches lined the walls, and populated the center, to face nooks – some closed by a draw curtain, some open – that were large enough to occupy two, maybe three people at a time.
And they were occupied. Hazy, shadowy, and glowing from being cast in monochrome – some things he could see, but not quite, unless invited closer.
“Alright so far?”
He started at the warmth of her breath against the shell of his ear. He didn’t realize he had stopped walking to take it all in. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Following your lead.”
“Good boy,” she murmured. Her hand glided up to his collar, where her finger hooked around the ring and tugged him along to a loveseat. She sat, releasing him.
He froze.
Bathed in the dark blue light, her ethereal form merely anchored itself to the cushion. She was beautiful. Untouchable. A goddess. With one arm stretched across the couch, she beckoned with a finger. “Come here.”
He felt himself slipping. Sand in an hourglass. Its familiar taste floated at the tip of his tongue, its warm pressure creeping up his temples. Its whisper had echoed in his ears throughout dinner, but now the pull in his chest – in his knees – was stronger. In her expression – stoic, cocky – she commanded him
submit.
She tipped her head to the side, giving him a slow, searing full-body scan. Regarding him. He stood silently – obediently. This is exactly what she wanted. He could taste her desire in the air, see it rolling off of her in waves. She leaned forward, pressed her free hand up against the side of his leg with a firm grip, up, up, up –
His eyes fluttered shut, but he held still.
She let out a low chuckle and continued until she reached his waistband. At an agonizing pace, she slipped her fingers one by one behind it, and all of his nerve endings screamed at the point where she touched him, begging for more,
until she tugged.
down.
Instinctively, he knelt beside her. She laughed, leaned forward again, caught him by the chin, ran the pad of her thumb across his bottom lip, made his heart do somersaults in his chest. This close, the smell of her perfume, thick and heavy, flooded his senses and mingled with the warm fog that crept against his temples. He inched forward on instinct – her lips were so close, he just needed permission.
“Pretty boy,” she whispered, then tilted his head away from hers, towards the booths. “Look.”
He followed the gentle pull of her grip. Tucked away in an alcove, obscured by half-drawn curtains, a burly butch – one hand against the wall, the other under her femme’s dress, circling. All he could see of the femme was one leg and hip, falling off the pillowed bench, and an arm clutched across its backing.
He fixated on their moving shadows from the distance, completely stilled and rigid there on the floor.
“Would you like to do that to me?” she asked.
He swallowed. Felt himself approaching a singularity. “Yes.”
She purred, slipped her hand down to the collar’s o-ring, the clinking metal drawing his focus. This close, her breath was hot against his cheek as he sat, transfixed. Watching. Her finger dragged up the center of his throat, the tip of her stiletto nail just barely digging in. Purposeful. A promise. “We’re just watchers for now, sweet boy.” Click. Click. Her heels clicked on the floor as parted her legs. “Come sit and watch.”
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